As I sit in front of a willow tree I can feel it's branches tickling my back. Underneath me is a carpet of grass as green as jade. The sky above me is has a few wispy cotton like clouds in it. I view the majestic splendor below me. There are orange poppies rising from the ground pointing to the lake with water so clear I can see the bottom. The refection of the silver rainbow trout shimmers off the surface of the lake. The air around me is free from the city smog. Breathing in and out I can smell its wonderful aroma. In the distance I can hear the sweet sound of birds singing. Looking towa…
